All of us start life somewhere. The road we follow can be smooth or rough; it can lead to places that we might never have chosen. Jade McCullough’s road began on a pile of vegetables in a small village in southern China. Fate then took her to America where she grew up seeing herself as an outsider, rebelling against her differentness. Like all of us, she struggles to find an identity that fits all sides of herself. She aches to know where she came from and why she had to leave. Her only clue is half of a jade heart found in her swaddling clothes. Its other half hangs around the neck of an anonymous woman in a distant land, a woman who is masked in her imagination, whose existence haunts her. Jade’s journey resembles our own. Ultimately, our existence is a mystery none of us can solve.